It was supposed to be raining this morning…
…and despite there not being a cloud in the sky I rushed around getting our chores done because with the blasting wind and plummeting temperature I was reasonably sure the weatherman wasn’t wrong about the rain. It’s just that when is a problem the forecasters don’t seem able to solve. And indeed it did finally cloud up and rain a little. They were right about the lightning and thunder, when it finally got here. Poor Tobie was not in a mood to be mollified through most of the afternoon, I’m afraid.
Temperature has actually dropped into the high thirties! Which is a good ten degrees colder than it has ever gotten so far, and it’s barely dark out. Gonna be the first closed-window night of the season, and I’ll be glad the bedroom heater is working again before dawn.
Weathertainers… Too wrong to be believed. Too right to be ignored.
The desert out there is a wonderful place to be until it gets really hot or the rain comes. And then, not so much. But it’s always amazingly beautiful.
In defense of the weather forecasters: it ain’t usually a matter of right or wrong, but of probabilities. I knew a flood-stage forecaster who said everyone would blame her for the flooding as if predicting it caused it. Humans not think gud…